Chapter 21
DEMKE
S he was a goddess at that moment. I no longer cared if she was mortal, that she was destined to break my still-wounded heart. The only thing that mattered to me right now was the taste of her skin. The soft noises she made as my lips traced hers. The glow of her milk-pale skin in the darkness, a beacon to night creatures like me.
I traced my hands up her thighs, pushing up the soft knit skirt she was wearing along with it. Kneeling between her legs, I slowly unwrapped her from the swaths of fabric hiding her body from me. I wanted more of her skin. More of her noises. I wanted to taste every inch.
“Demke,” she breathed, and I shuddered, my skin already too tight across my sinew and bones. I sipped the words from her lips as I ridded her of the last piece of clothing that stood between my hands and her flesh. It had been so long since I’d laid with a woman, and even longer since I’d laid with a woman I cared about.
Her tiny hands ran up under my shirt, finding her own piece of skin, peeling me out of my clothes too. Soon enough, we were both naked, clothed only in the darkness.
I swept my lips across hers, once, twice, three times. “I’m going to make love to you now, Wren Mahone. The way I want you…” I shivered again, and it had nothing to do with the cold.
“Please, Demke.”
Her plea went straight to my already hard cock, making it weep. When my hands dipped down to her stomach, she tensed, nudging my hands further down like she wanted them between her thighs, which she probably did. But more than that, I thought she might have been embarrassed about the soft pouch that sat between her hips, the evidence that she’d created life right before my eyes.
Instead, I lifted her chin so I could stare directly into her eyes. “You are a miracle, Wren. Beautiful in every way, every inch of you is as perfect as the next. A madonna.” I cupped the mound of her stomach between my two palms and poured magic into her body, making her gasp. I wasn’t sure what it felt like exactly, but I had heard it was pleasant.
Her eyes widened. “What was that?”
“Renewal magic. I was healing your womb. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Healing… my womb?” she asked incredulously.
Shrugging, I smiled down at her. It still felt almost foreign on my face after all this time. “God of Renewal. Nothing more sacred than a womb. I could have done it earlier, but it’s best not to mess with nature too much. Some things are best done the slow healing way.” I gave her a crooked grin. “But a little nudge so I can give you as much pleasure as possible didn’t seem too unnatural.”
Nodding dazedly, her fingers continued to run up and down my back muscles, and I wanted to purr. “My life is crazy,” she murmured to herself. “Kiss me, God of Renewal.”
Laughing, I stole her lips once more, before traveling my way down her body. She hadn’t said where I should kiss her, and everyone knew, you had to be really specific when making requests of Mythics. She didn’t seem to mind, though, as I licked and sucked at her sensitive breasts. Milk leaked out onto my tongue, that liquid of life, and I groaned. I wanted to linger, but there was something else I wanted to sip at.
I buried my face in the soft roundness of her stomach, but moved quickly down, until her legs were splayed open wildly, though barely enough to accommodate my shoulders. I gripped her thighs and placed them over my shoulders, so there was nothing but cool air between her core and my lips.
As I dipped down to taste her in one long stroke, we both moaned. I hoped the party was loud enough that no one heard us—not because I was embarrassed, but because I didn’t want to share this moment with anyone. Not my brothers. Not the townspeople. No one but the moon and the woman beneath me.
She chanted my name as I swirled my tongue and worshiped her. It had been so, so long. She was sweet on my tongue, and I was immediately addicted. Her thighs tightened around my head, stopping me from shifting away from where she wanted me. As if I would. The Great Hunt would have to appear to chase me from this moment.
“Oh god, oh god,” she moaned, and I smiled against her folds. I didn’t even care that she was technically calling for a different God. I’d take it.
When she came on my tongue, I groaned against her clit, making her tighten her fingers in my hair. I hadn’t even noticed they were there. I was solely focused on the task at hand. Or task at mouth, as it would seem.
My dick was starting to weep, and this was going to be over very quickly if I didn’t get my cock under control. Climbing back up her body, I shared with her the taste of her pleasure, before I wrapped her legs around my waist, notching my cock against her warm cunt. Then I rolled us until she was straddling my hips.
I ground my back teeth at the all-consuming pleasure. I could come just to this visage alone. She was perfect. She reached down and gripped my cock, sliding it inside her in one smooth move that made my eyes roll back into my head.
Heaven. I’d reached the Elysian fields. Nirvana.
“Wren,” I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut to make sure I didn’t come with one stroke. I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she twined her own around my neck. This close, it was like we were breathing each other in, becoming one.
She rolled her hips, making me hiss. I was keeping it together by a single thread. I needed more control, and I cast out my magic until a vine climbed down the rockface and wrapped around her wrists, holding them high above her head.
She gasped, looking up at the vines, then down at me in wonder. How long had it been since anyone had looked at me so reverently? Ensuring the vines tightened until her body was one long line in the moonlight, I smiled like an artist. Beautiful.
I felt my climax press back a little. This was better, because if she gripped me with her hands the way she was gripping me with her core, I was going to spill inside her immediately.
I let my hands flow over her skin, trying to memorize every inch, every curve, every soft place. I wanted to bathe in her delicious body forever. Then she clenched down around me, and I mentally cursed. She smirked, and I could see the challenge in her eyes. She didn’t need her hands to make me come undone. She was going to kill me slowly, though I’d die with a smile on my face. Pressing my fingers tightly on her hips, I took control of the moment, plunging her up and down.
Deep inside her, I felt her mortality. Felt it wrap around my own immortal spark, barely a glimmer against the glow of my God light. I wanted more than anything to give her some of my immortality, to share it with her so she would stay with me and my brothers forever.
But that wasn’t how it worked, and the thought threatened to break my heart and ruin this moment. Shaking away the melancholic idea, I thrust up harder and listened to her whimper my name helplessly. That was better.
I wanted her to scream out her prayers to me as I wrung orgasm after orgasm from her soft, delicious form. I wanted her to chant my name until they could hear it over the sounds of the party. And she performed beautifully.
“Demke!” she screamed as she convulsed around my cock. It was too much for me now. I couldn’t hold back as she milked me like this, no matter how badly I wanted to make her come more times before I found my own climax.
When she came, it was like she stole a piece of my soul. My seed released deep inside her, and I clutched her tightly to my chest. We stayed together like that, panting and twisted around each other.
“Wow,” she breathed. She was good for my ego, because that had been an absolutely rubbish performance. I would only get better as I became less rusty. Or, as Tryp put it, as I blew the dust and cobwebs off my balls.
“Indeed,” I agreed, loosening the vines until we were nose-to-nose and I could feast on her lips. I couldn’t get enough of kissing her. Had it ever felt like this? Not since I was first made a God, with my Goddess, had I ever felt this level of rightness. Of pleasure and happiness. “I think we can do that at least three more times before people realize we are missing,” I said softly into her ear, and she let out a sweet giggle.
She tugged at her vine-bound wrists. “This was showing off a little, don’t you think?”
I grinned, two more vines sneaking out to wrap around each of her ankles. “I haven’t even begun showing you what I’m capable of,” I whispered in her ear.
Turns out, I could make her come four more times before we were interrupted by a peeved-looking Gryphon in the darkness. Whoops.